"I miss you, always."
Every night I close my eyes,I tell myself you are no longer mine.Drifting into my dream,Here again, your face is seen.My heart beats in delight,To see the innocent youthful smile I held tight.Holding hands, making plans,Choosing the wedding song and...
"The first time with my best friend...."
The first time I had sex with a girl, we did it in a closet. No, seriously. She had a huge walk-in closet with a small twin-size daybed in it. She would sit on that bed, light candles - her...
"Their love was above the law"
Johanna Baartman inhaled her first breaths on the morning she was born in a labourer’s cottage, on the farm where her parents had lived and worked their entire lives. She was the second of five children. Her eldest brother, Karel,...
"Grant and Nora sneak off to the showers together."
It was pretty late at night when I finally got a text from Nora telling me to meet her at the camp showers. I had spent hours hanging out at the nearby playground. I tried to recline on a large...
"True Story – names have been changed to hide behind"
It was my senior year of high school when I met my future wife, Crystal. We were both seniors, so we enjoyed all the activities afforded us that year. The only thing that was missing was we never had sex,...
"Are love and sex an ill-matched pair?"
III I had been in Australia for eight months and been living in St. Kilda for six. Being unattached and on the lookout for female company, one Saturday night I met Elizabeth. She arrived at the Austrian Ski Club at the...
"Are love and sex an ill-matched pair?"
IIn my last year with our group of young Socialists, we organised dancing lessons in my hometown in Austria. Most of us were in our late teens. I had attended dancing instructions a year earlier and felt confident that I...
I see their eyes, the predatory lust."Whatya mean you never?""A taste of Mister Big will cure you!""Have you thought about a shrink?"So I keep my eyes cast down.We meet at an author's tea.A pair of women, alone.Coffee together, then a...
"Letting go of the past isn't as easy as it may seem..."
It is a spring evening in 2000. I am twenty-two years old.We sit across from one another in a restaurant booth. Meg’s black hair comes just past her chin. It’s the shortest it’s been since high school. She’s wearing a white...
She left me giddy and excited, Hope burning within me,Her presence consuming me. She transported me to yesteryear and the excitement of first crush love. Quietly she came,Cautious and in simplicity, And then it happened She reached out and touched me.The simple brushing of her lips...
